A Walk Through Winter Woods

I walked thru winter woods,And searched for Your hand,The too cold air was an ache in my chest. The trees … More

A Deliberate Act of Hope

Planting bulbs is such a deliberate act of hope. Holding brown, dry, seemingly lifeless hunks of plants, you dig a … More

Simple enough for children to memorize. Timeless enough to be read to mourners for centuries. Repeated enough so that even … More

I have watched them, almost daily, for not quite three months. Sitting in my rocker. Some days wrapped in a … More

My dad always encouraged me to write. It was twofold. First, I think he may have been my biggest fan. … More

Dear One, You walk the path of a Christian. You made your initial commitment, years ago, but it is a … More

I used to think I was busy. And then I got a job. Or I got married. Or had a … More